First Time
Nine years ago, I graduated high school among the top in my class, with acceptance letters from every university I applied to.
Eight years ago, I failed college.
Five years ago, I became a writer.
Four years ago, I graduated.
Three years ago, I almost gave in to the pressure to get married to someone I was dating but didn’t love.
Two years ago, I ate in a restaurant alone for the first time.
Two years ago, I traveled alone for the first time.
Two years ago, I lived alone for the first time.
One year ago, I flew alone for the first time.
One year ago, I believed in myself for the first time.
Six months ago, I loved myself for the first time.
April 7th, 2008 at 5:44 pm
Wonderfully written! Hoorah to the eating, living and travelling alone part. I always believe that doing these 3 things on your own at least once in your life can really get you connected with the ‘real’ you! have a happy week!
April 7th, 2008 at 7:01 pm
Yep, I agree. Though the “real” me keeps changing so frequently, I’m going to have to smack her and tell her to sit still for once!
April 8th, 2008 at 8:01 am
This is short and simple in a way, yet so powerful and moving. I agree with Meena, “wonderfully written!”
You are strong! Keep believing, trying, and succeeding.
April 8th, 2008 at 9:00 pm
Thank you, Michele!